A Curandero's Workbench

Valerio!  That was the name my family used for a majority of my childhood.  I was named after a great uncle.  The stories I was told of my n...

Am I ready to take a step towards accepting my daughters's independence?  If so, then my writing is now directed at me.  I think my opp...

I've shared my thoughts through writing, as a way of organizing discoveries I want to share with my daughters.  I have been conflicted ...

I take words that agitate me and let them burn my thoughts, grind against my morals, weigh on my principles.  It is that beautiful agitati...

Happy New Year from a man  who accepts that "new" isn't necessarily any different than the old.  I hope all my loved ones roll...

Dear Elena and Veronica, I left you for three weeks this summer to be curious.  I came to Mexico because when I was your age I called mys...

I got a Veteran's Day Hangover.  I waited all day to share my thoughts so that our soldiers could have a day of reverence.  But it left...